Our Sweetest Songs Are Those That Tell

The One Remains, The Many Change And Pass; Heaven's Light Forever Shines, Earth's Shadows Fly; Life, Like A Dome Of Many-coloured Glass, Stains The White Radiance Of Eternity, Until Death Tramples It To Fragments.

I Love Tranquil Solitude.

Life And The World, Or Whatever We Call That Which We Are And Feel, Is An Astonishing Thing. The Mist Of Familiarity Obscures From Us The Wonder Of Our Being. We Are Struck With Admiration At Some Of Its Transient Modifications, But It Is Itself The Great Miracle.

Poetry Is A Mirror Which Makes Beautiful That Which Is Distorted.

A God Made By Man Undoubtedly Has Need Of Man To Make Himself Known To Man.